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The Choice Everyone Must Make

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So we come to a fork in the road.

“Which way from here?” you might ask.

Good question, but my answer to you is another question…

What do you want?

You can stay on the road you’re on. No surprises there. Your ruts are familiar. Comfortable… though perhaps more than a little, ummmmmmm… boring?

No changes required. No truths to confront. Just the same-sameness.

A life that is? Predictable. Tame. Safe?

(Sort of.)

Or, is there another road?

One that leads to the unknown. Nothing but questions. Risky. Lot’s, and lot’s, of changes required. Won’t be easy. (Might be painful.) Difficult—for sure!

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But what waits out there?

  • Challenges?
  • Adventure?
  • Your life’s purpose?
  • Ridiculous-Joy?

Wow… like taking the first leap off the high dive! Scary… but there’s that “something inside” that just has to know if it’s real. Right?

Two roads.

Two different journeys.

Which one will you choose?

I wonder…

 

 

 

 

Part III ~ The Choice To Worship

Two-Masters

 

You can’t worship two gods at once. Loving one god, you’ll end up hating the other. Adoration of one feeds contempt for the other.

You can’t worship God and Money both.

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24 “No one can serve two masters, for either he will hate the one and love the other; or else he will be devoted to one and despise the other. You can’t serve both God and Mammon.

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 The Message

Our Lord referred to this tyranny of things when He said to His disciples, “If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me. For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: and whosoever shall lose his life for my sake shall find it.”

…There can be no doubt that this possessive clinging to things is one of the most harmful habits in the life. Because it is so natural it is rarely recognized for the evil that it is; but its outworkings are tragic. We are often hindered from giving up our treasures to the Lord out of fear for their safety; this is especially true when those treasures are loved relatives and friends. But we need have no such fears. Our Lord came not to destroy but to save. Everything is safe which we commit to Him, and nothing is really safe which is not so committed.

A. W. Tozer, The Pursuit of God — The Blessedness of Possessing Nothing

Picture It: I’m Living My Dream!

redmond 1Picture it. I am living in my dream-city just a hop, skip, and a jump from Seattle, Washington. A city cut right out of the forest. Everything, everwhere, is GREEN. Tall lush evergreens cover most of the landscape with flowering shrubs, wild ferns, and thick lush mosses, carpeting forest floors. No wonder they call it the Emerald City.

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Rain? Who cares. I am living in the Garden of Eden, in my dream-condo perched atop a hill overlooking the serene and picturesque Redmond Valley.

My views look down over Lake Washington with it’s myriad of sailboats, and beyond that, Seattle’s high rise’s with it’s landmark Space Needle. Towering behind that, the wall of snow draped mountains rightly called, the Olympics.

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Every Saturday bright and colorful hot air balloons take off and land in the field across the road from where I live. I can hear the laughter of people walking or bicycling up and down the paths that run by my condo, to far down the valley floor, beyond my view. My small village is perfect in size; not too big, not too small, stores clean and tidy, accommodating all of one’s simple needs. Seattle’s big city lights twinkle just beyond, offering symphony, ballet, theater, and a rich night-life.

Yes, I am in heaven!

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Add to all of this… I am working my dream-job at a large Eastside church. It’s challenging work with people I love and greatly respect. Friends abound, and though I am not doing the “exact” work I had always hoped to do, still it is interesting, with loads of future possibilities. Not completely perfect… but I have a plan.

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I am single, in my mid-thirties, but content and growing in my relationship with Christ. Yet I am about to discover I still have a great deal to learn about this “Follow Me.” discipleship thing.

I am about to learn that God’s plan and my plan are on a direct collision course.

So I guess it’s not surprising when I tell you that one lovely spring day, God barged His way in on my beautiful plan and whispered, “It’s time to go…”
“Wait a minute!” I almost shouted it, “I’m living my dream Lord. Go?”

My immediate reaction was not the “willing and obedient” Isaiah teaches us. On the contrary, my first thoughts are, “No way. I can’t be hearing this right…”

The life I had, the life I was living here and now, was the answer to all of my prayers.

“…oh no, no! This can’t be right.”
God couldn’t possibly want me to give all of this up.

So I stalled. I argued my case. I presented all my grand reasons for staying right where I was.

God’s “whispers” got louder, and I kept stalling until one day, He finally took me by the scruff of my neck (maybe not literally but it felt that way) and made it absolutely, no-doubt-about-it, crystal-clear that if I stayed I would do so on my own terms without any of His blessings to count on.

I also understood that God was all DONE asking.

I will never forget His exact words to me, “Today you will decide.”

You have to have experienced that kind of ultimatum to understand how deadly serious those moments of decision actually are.

They are crossroad decisions with choices that will frame the rest of your life… and deep in your heart – you know it.

I can still see myself standing in that “impromptu” chapel service, tears pouring down my face choking back the sobs, as I finally let go of my dreams and surrendered to the LORD. It wasn’t a golden moment filled with all the shining light from heaven. (At least not from my perspective.)

I knew where I was headed. The place I dreaded. The place I had promised myself I would never go back to.

A very BROWN place; often drought-stricken, with scorching heat and choking smog. Jonah sitting under his weed wishing everyone in Ninevah would croak had an understanding and sympathetic friend in me!

When God whispered, “We are going into the wilderness…” I wholeheartedly agreed. Not a doubt in my mind. I often thought of the Sinai when remembering that valley!

Well, I obeyed. I returned to my Ninevah just as Jonah did with broken heart and dragging feet. I was about to begin my tenure as my mother’s live-in/full-time and only caregiver.

I told myself this new assignment would last three months, maybe six at the most. Surely no longer than that. Then I would head straight back to all I had just left behind.

Okay,” I whispered. “I CAN do this.”

God would undoubtedly let me return when this temporary job was finished. After all, hadn’t I given up everything that I wanted to obey Him and come back to this wretched place? Surely God would see all my great and suffering-sacrifice, and make this an easy trip through the desert.

I had a lot to learn about God… and myself.

My “short trip” through the wilderness was to last ten long and difficult years. My captivity was going to teach me lessons that, had I known back in the beginning when I agreed to go? Had I known where this wilderness-journey would take me? The changes and “education” God had in mind? I would have voted for less “blessing” and stayed in the land of the green!

And God and I both knew it.

But, here’s the thing.

I would have missed out on the dream God had planned for me. I would have rejected any chance for receiving answers to long-forgotten sleeping prayers. Dream-prayers I hadn’t considered for decades. Dream-prayers I had misplaced

If I had stayed in Seattle, I would have chosen a “settle-for” life rather than the ABUNDANTLY MORE God was longing to give me.

But, I’m getting ahead of myself.

We need to go back to our desert vineyard.

A lot of things died there in that wilderness. Lesser dreams. Shallow hopes. Illusions about others. Contradictions and self-determination. Even well-meant “Christian” certainties. All were to be surrendered to that vineyard cemetary.

What was left was confusion, disillusionment, lots of anger, and daily battles with bitterness.

You see, Habakkuk’s Vineyard is a place where you believe it’s all over… dreams. possibilitieseverything. All over. Dead and buried.

It’s a soul-place. An inner place. A grief-stricken place. Where endings are all you see. It’s a place where all of God’s promises seem contradicted. Where you wonder why you ever followed God. Why didn’t you just say, “no.”

The enemy torments you daily with the reality of how everything has turned out. With accusations of “What a fool you are!” and of course, daily slander against the God you trusted and obeyed in the first place.

You’re left in the aftermath asking, “How is this life better than the one I wanted? How is all this mess and chaos a “blessing” from God?”

In Habakkuk’s Vineyard all the things in your life that can be shaken, will be shaken, so that that which cannot be shaken might remain. [Hebrews 12:27Hebrews 12:27
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27 This phrase, “Yet once more,” signifies the removing of those things that are shaken, as of things that have been made, that those things which are not shaken may remain.

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But, the remains?

To be honest with you I viewed “my remains” with contempt.

I wandered through the ruins of this vineyard thinking, “…so this is the reward for obedience.”

Endless questions tumbled around in my brain. “Why was I here? Why would God bring me to a place like this? What had I done? How was this place the blessing?”

I plainly believed, “I have been ripped off!”

Max Lucado once said, “When we’re out of options – that’s when were most ready for God’s surprises.”

Even in Habakkuk’s Vineyard?

Yep, but hang on.

I’m getting ahead of myself again.